Submitted by: Anita
Materials: Phone, whiskey, boyfriend
Seven nights of sleeping in my son’s hospital room as he recovers from a ruptured appendix feels like double isolation. There is a no visitor policy in place due to the virus, which made Owen and I feel alone together. He has been good company. But having my boyfriend Kurt on the other end of my phone before bed, enjoying our preferred nightcap together, was a crucial distraction at the end of a stressful day.